Photo of the Week – March 16, 2012

Sandhill cranes have filled the Platte River valley.   They’re in nearly every field within 5 miles (or more) of the river.  Bird watching is pretty easy when you just have to pull over to the side of the road to see a few thousand cranes feeding, dancing, and calling to each other.  It’s a great experience, and widely accessible to anyone with a car and a few extra minutes to pull off the interstate and drive a few county roads.  Sometimes, as was the case this past weekend, there is even a big white crane mixed in with the sandhill cranes – just for a little extra excitement.

On the other hand, while seeing the birds in the fields is fantastic, it pales in comparison to the experience of sitting in a viewing blind on the edge of the river watching the cranes pour out of the sky into their river roost sites in the evening, or sneaking back into the same blind early the next morning to watch them wake up. 

Looking through windows cut in the burlap front of a crane viewing blind along the Central Platte River. The birds were just waking up in the early dawn and starting to get noisy when this photo was taken.

It’s tough to beat an early morning in the blind.  Arriving well before sunrise, it’s usually hard to tell how many birds are on the dark and nearly silent river.  Then, as the light slowly comes up, thousands of silhouettes appear on the water and start to shift around.  As the sun slowly rises, so does the volume of the crane cacophany.  On most mornings, the cranes stick around for an hour or more after the sun is fully up, providing plenty of time to watch and listen to them at close range.  Awesome.

If you’ve never had the experience, what’s stopping you?  You can make reservations through Audubon’s Rowe Sanctuary or the Crane Trust Nature and Visitor Center.  While you’re in the area, stop by and hike one of the trails through our Platte River Prairies.

Winter Cranes – Part Three

It sure looks like we’re going to have sandhill cranes around for the entire winter.  In fact, the consensus among biologists is that the number of cranes has actually grown over the last couple of weeks.  There was even a sighting of three whooping cranes this week, a common event in April, but nearly unheard of in January.

If you haven’t been following this story, Nebraska’s Central Platte River is normally the site of a massive staging event of sandhill cranes each spring, when about 600,000 cranes converge on the river.  Those cranes roost overnight in the river and spend their days feeding and building body condition for the rest of their migration and the breeding season.  Typically, cranes begin arriving on the Platte in mid-February and are mostly gone by early April.

In the fall, cranes pass through the Platte Valley again on their way south, but they don’t usually appear in large numbers or stay very long.  This past fall, however, we kept seeing groups of cranes hanging around, and they never seemed to leave.  By December, it was clear that something unusual was happening.  I speculated in an earlier post about what might be going on, but no one really knows for sure.

This morning, on my drive out to the Platte River prairies, I stopped for a few minutes to look around one of our riverfront prairies just because I hadn’t been there for a while .  As I drove into the property, I got to watch three immature bald eagles chasing each other – apparently playing follow the leader – flying less than a foot apart from each other.  That was pretty impressive, but when the eagles got close to the river, they flushed several hundred cranes into the air.

The cranes circled a few times and returned to the river.  Grabbing my camera, I belly crawled through the tallgrass and shrubs along the river’s edge until I got into a position where I was well hidden but could see and photograph the cranes.  I spent the next 15 minutes or so watching them dance around and listening to calls I normally don’t get to hear in January.  There were only about 500 birds in front of me – a far cry from the tens of thousands that will be here in about a month – but that didn’t really diminish the experience.

Sandhill cranes on the Platte River in January.

I couldn’t stay long because I was supposed to meet some other people, so after I’d delayed as long as I could, I belly crawled back away from the bank and made my way back to my vehicle.  On the remaining 6 miles of my drive, I saw another couple thousand cranes feeding in the fields and meadows.

All in all, it was a pretty good start to the day.

The cranes seemed to be dancing and posturing just as they typically do later in the spring.